The second of my poems, written 23 years ago in October 1994. My family always called me by my middle name “Sue”. Almost from the beginning when I moved in to take care of her, my mother no longer knew who I was, would ask about “Sue”, worried about her, but never seemed to realize I was her. This was the hardest thing about being her caregiver, it angered me, it was maddening, I wanted so for her to know I was there, but I had to accept, I couldn’t do anything to change it, had to accept, and love her anyway.
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